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RON AND MATT

Chapter Thirty-four

The same evening, aboard the PT-I

Tyler held
Dan in his arms in the Master Suite of the large
luxury yacht.

“It’s
good to be alone at last,” Dan said as he kissed the
cheek of his life-partner.

“I
agree with that,” Tyler responded smiling. “I’d rather be
alone with you than anywhere else I know.”

“Our
life together really begins now,” Dan said, placing
another kiss, this time a quick one on the lips of his lover.

“Yes
it does. It seems that our whole relationship has been
a few days together, then we had to part,” Tyler agreed, “I’m so glad
that’s
over. Did you see all those presents we got?
Unbelievable! We have enough stuff to start two households.”

“What
did we get from Ron and Matt?” Dan asked.

“I
don’t know…. Wait! Ron said it was in our
suite on this yacht. Have you seen anything
out of place?”

“No,
there are so many flowers and of course now, with just
candles burning it’s kinda hard to make out anything.”

“I’m
really curious Babe,”
Tyler admitted. “Do you mind if I turn up the lights?”

“No,
I’m curious too,” answered Dan.

Tyler
got up from the sofa where he had been sitting with
Dan, walked to the entry to the room and clicked on the rheostat to
nearly full
brightness.

“Do
you see anything?” Tyler asked.

Dan looked around, and said, “No, nothing seems
out of
place. There are some tags and cards on the flowers and some envelopes.
Maybe
it’s in one of them.”

“Yeah. Hey! Look at this envelope. It’s a business envelope,
not one for a greeting card,” Tyler said as he tore open the flap.

“Wow!” he exclaimed as he began reading the contents. “This
is unbelievable!”

“What
is it?” Dan was becoming excited too.

“It’s
the title to the PT I! This loveboat is ours!”

Dan
sat back in shock. “This thing must be worth millions!”
he exclaimed.

“Tens
of millions,” Tyler responded still in a daze.

“What
are we going to do with it?” Dan asked.

“Ron
and I had talked about sailing it to San Diego and
berthing it there, leaving the PT II in the Caribbean. It would be a
lot
handier there, and we could sail on it more often since San Diego is
only an
hour’s flight from Las Vegas. We could
also explore the west coast of Mexico in the winter, Alaska in the
summer and
maybe even go to Hawaii! We hadn’t decided whether or not to put it out
for
charter. It’s kinda expensive to own one of these and just let it sit.”

“I
like that idea of moving it to the west coast. You’re
right, it would be a lot more convenient,” Dan agreed.

“There’s a note in here from Ron and Matt,” Tyler said
pulling the message from the envelope. “ I’ll read it: ‘Tyler and Dan, We hope you like this gift. I know we all
will spend
many happy hours on her. The suite you’re in now, the Owners’ Stateroom
is now
your private get-away! Best wishes on your happiest night of love.
Ron and Matt’.”

“How
sweet of those guys,” Dan responded. “I hope they’re as
happy tonight as we are.”

“I’m
sure they are, though it’s hard to believe they could
be as happy as I feel right now,”
Tyler said
pulling Dan into his arms.

“I
love you more than life itself,” Dan mumbled as his lips
touched those of his mate.

“Mmmmm,” Tyler groaned as his passion rose.

“Think it’s time to try out our new bed and
see what comes up?” Dan asked as he slid his
hand over the bulging outline of Tyler’s generous manhood.

“Yeah. It’s been hours and hours,” Tyler grinned as they
began to shed their clothing, moving toward the nuptial bed. Clothing
was
dropped and left wherever it fell, as their excitement mounted. In a
blink of
an eye, two naked forms were entwined on the soft platform that would
be the
stage for their night of bliss.

***

The next morning, Saturday, aboard the PT II

Ron’s
eyes opened. In his arms he beheld the beautiful man
to whom he had committed his life. Now, as never before, he thanked the
Lord
for the wonder of this loving man whose heart was joined with his own.
The
night before had been the perfection of lovemaking, full of passion,
yet with a
tenderness that bespoke the giving of their bodies as a symbol of the
love they
felt for each other. Ron thought of how little his great wealth meant
compared
to the person who lay sleeping beside him. In his love for Matt it was
as if
part of him, which had been missing, now was in place making him whole.
‘Life
is good,’ he thought, ‘and being loved by this beautiful creature is
the
fulfillment of my every dream.’

Matt
stirred as if knowing that he was being watched. His
eyes flickered and a smile formed on his lips as his conscious mind
told him
where he was.

“I’m
still wonderful this morning,” Ron leered slyly. “I can
see that you are too,” he continued as he pressed his morning wood
against that
of his partner’s. He placed his lips against Matt’s, then suggested,
“How ‘bout
our taking a short trip to the bathroom and then spending the morning
being
wonderful again?”

Ron stepped out of the shower and picked up two
towels,
handing the second one to Matt who
was following him from the steamy
granite-lined enclosure.

“I
wonder what time it is?” Ron mused aloud as he began to
rub the oversized fluffy white bath towel over his muscular frame.

“I
think it’s a bit after noon,” Matt replied. “We didn’t
get much sleep last night.”

“We’ll take a nap later, “ Ron said with a hint of seduction
in his voice.

“To
sleep?” Matt asked, responding to the not too subtle
hint from his lover.

“Heh heh heh,”
Ron replied with a wink. “Maybe that too.”

“You’re BAD!” Matt giggled as he folded the towel and
stepped to the sink to finish his morning preparations for the day.

“You
love it,” Ron said joining him at the other gold
washbasin in the countertop.”

“You’re right about that,” Matt responded with a grin. “I
just hope I can still walk,” he laughed.

Fifteen minutes later, the men were dressed in shorts, deck
shoes and tees, ready to face the new day. Ron picked up the phone and
called the purser’s office,
announcing that they
would be ready for lunch as soon as it was prepared.
Then taking Matt’s hand they left the suite and headed for the
upper deck. Stepping off the elevator, they saw that the day was bright
and
sunny with few clouds to mar the blue of the sky. The PT-II was at
anchor off a
private cove fronted by a breakwater of projecting coral, providing a
lagoon of
quiet azure blue water rimmed by a beach of pristine white sand. The
background
of palm trees and flowering plants gave a lush hue of beauty that
completed the
picture of nature unspoiled by human hand.

“This
is so beautiful,” Matt remarked. “I hope Tyler and
Dan’s location is as gorgeous.”

“I’m
sure it is,” Ron replied. “After all they picked this
island.”

“What
do you mean, they picked it?” Matt wondered aloud.

“This
island has two lagoons, this one and another a couple
of miles away. It also has a deep-water lagoon that is perfect for the
protection of yachts from the ocean’s force. The island is about 12
miles long
and three miles wide, and has a freshwater lake in the middle.”

“What’s the name of it?” Matt asked.

“Mattron,” Ron answered.

“That’s a strange name,” Matt remarked. “How did it get a
name like that?”

“It
was renamed by the buyers of this island. It was then
given to one’s brother and his mate for a wedding present.”

“You
mean……?” Matt began with sudden understanding.

“Yep
Poopie.” Ron said with a huge grin. “It’s ours!”

“I
can’t believe it!” Matt gasped. “It’s ours? I
love it!”

“I do
too,” Ron agreed. “Right now the whole island is
uninhabited by humans. We can decide whether we want to develop it with
a house
or whatever, or just leave it unspoiled. After lunch, we’ll crank up
the
helicopter and take an aerial tour. I’ve only seen maps and
photographs, so I’m
anxious to see it too.”

“I
can’t wait,” Matt was in awe of the gift. “Let’s get on
with it.”

“Yeah, we can stop and pick up Tyler and Dan if you’d like.
They’re anchored in the other cove like this one.”

“Let’s call ‘em and invite ‘em for lunch. Then we can all go
together from here.”

“Sounds like a plan, my love. I’ll call the chef and delay
lunch.”

***

Captain Henri Larson watched as the helicopter from the
PT-II returned to his ship with its passengers from the PT-I. He smiled
as he
saw the beaming faces of the passengers through the side windows of the
aircraft. His son Hans and his ‘crewmate/ boyfriend’ Tim, standing
beside Ron
and Matt in the upper observation lounge, watched the chopper approach
the
landing pad on the stern of the large yacht.

“I
hope we get to know Tyler, and ‘specially Dan while
you’re on board,” Tim said in a raised voice to Ron as the aircraft
settled
noisily on the pad.”

“I’m
sure there will be plenty of time for that,” Ron
replied as the rotors of the chopper began to slow when the power was
shut
down. “We’ll be on board for a week or so.”

“Yeah,” Hans said pouting, “but we won’t be here after
tomorrow. Dad is making us fly back to Palm Beach for school. Couldn’t
you talk
him into letting us stay all week?”

“I’m
afraid not,” Ron replied. “Your schooling is your job.
You have all summer free. Maybe we’ll take the PT-II to Europe.”

“Wow!
That would be cool!” the boys both exclaimed
excitedly.

“That’s still a ‘maybe’ right now, but we’ll talk it over,”
Ron promised.

“Please! Please!” they pleaded.

“See
what you started Babe?” Matt laughed. “That’ll learn
ya.”

“Yeah,” Ron said, wondering if he should have kept his mouth
closed. Then looking at Matt, he said, “It would be fun though. You’ve
never
been there, have you?”

“Give
me a kiss big guy, then we’ll go,” Matt said winking
at the two boys.

Ron
quickly responded to the request, giving the boys a
lesson in ‘how the big boys do it.’ As they parted they stole a glance
at the
two boys, whose faces were ear-to-ear grins.

“Guess we did alright,” Ron said softly to a smiling Matt,
and nodding toward the boys. The boys, who had overheard, shook their
heads in
agreement as the older men opened the glass doors to the rear upper
deck and
stepped through the opening. Standing outside the perimeter of the
still moving
rotor blades, Matt and Ron waited as the two passengers disembarked
from the
craft and ducking low, crossed the distance between the craft and their
waiting
hosts.

After
embracing each of their ‘family’ in warm hugs, the
foursome stepped into the upper deck lounge and closed the door against
the
still whirring sound of the rotor blades slicing through the air.

“I’ve
never been happier,” Ron acknowledged. “We both love
the island too. Thank you both so much.”

“If I
were any happier, I’d bust!” Matt said in agreement.

“I
feel the same way too,” Dan agreed. “I guess
we’re just the two best boys for the two best
brothers.” He grinned.

“Let’s take our tour of the Mattron Island,” Matt suggested.
“ I can’t wait to see it all. Call the kitchen; lunch can wait.”

“It’s
beautiful, all right,” Ron said approvingly. “I’m
ready!”

“Before we leave, we might want to take your advice,” Tyler
suggested.

“What
advice?” Ron said.

“You
know, about peeing.”

“Oh,”
Ron said sheepishly.

***

The
helicopter flew 500 feet above the beach as it crossed
the white crescent separating water from land. Behind the beach the
land rose
to a higher plateau with a range of small craggy mountains forming most
of the
eastern shoreline, rising to their greatest heights and covering the
smaller
southern end of the island. Toward the north but still in the center of
the
island was a sizeable fresh-water lake, giving verification of the rain
that
often showered its life-giving properties across the lush landscape.
North of
the lake was a large grassy plain, which was relatively flat.

“If
you decide to build on the island,” Tyler said pointing
at the open area, “a landing field for jets could be constructed there.”

“It’s
all too beautiful to believe,” Matt remarked. “Thank
you both so much.”

“Hey,
it’s in the family,” Tyler said playing down the
generous gift. “I’m sure we’ll all get a chance to enjoy it.

Thirty minutes later the helicopter returned to the ship.
Ron had mentioned that lunch was waiting for their return, and then
reminded
them that they would be back with their full accompaniment of friends
and
business associates the
following day.
Sadly they agreed after Matt made Ron promise that they could explore
the
island on the ground on their return trip.

Lunch aboard the yacht PT-II was everything that
could be
expected from a crew whose job was to provide the best in food and
service to
the owners whom they not only respected, but held with great fondness
in their
hearts.

All
too soon Tyler and Dan returned to their own yacht to
spend a quiet afternoon and have dinner
together, after which the ships would make the 8-hour return trip to
Nassau.
There was yet a final party day left with their friends aboard the
Sojourn,
before it sailed at 1 A.M. Monday morning, for Fort Lauderdale.

After
the helicopter disappeared from sight, Ron looked at
Matt, yawned, then winked.

***

Sunday Morning,
Nassau

At 8
AM, Ron and Matt joined Tyler and Dan for coffee and a
light breakfast aboard the PT-I, which was anchored in the bay near the
PT-II.
After the pleasant morning meal, made even more pleasant by the
company, the
four men boarded a launch from Tyler and Dan’s yacht and went to where
the huge
ship, Sojourn, was docked at the main pier.

Boarding the cruise vessel, they were met and greeted by
Margaret and Sarah, the perpetrators of the change in wedding plans.

After
welcoming hugs were exchanged, Sarah took Matt aside
as the others went into the main atrium salon.

“Matt, I’d like to apologize,” Sarah said with sincerity. “I
was so excited when I got your invitation and talked to Margaret, I got
carried
away. Margaret told me that our changing your plans caused
you hurt and I’m terribly
sorry. Please
forgive me.”

“It’s
nothing,” Matt said smiling. “I admit that at first I
was a bit angry, but that soon passed. What you ladies and Ethan have
done for
us is beyond our wildest dreams. We’ve loved every minute. Please don’t
let it
bother you another second. Also know that you’re totally forgiven and,
better
than that, you have my most sincere thanks for all that you’ve done to
make
this such a wonderful experience.”

“Thank you, Matt,” Sarah said with relief. “I know how much
Ethan and Rick love you all. I’ve become instantly fond of you myself.”

“When
you return to your office you’ll find a little gift
from the four of us, in appreciation for all that you two ladies have
done out
of love for us.”

“Sure, I guess it’s alright,” Matt said. “In the envelope
you will find a ‘certificate’ for a week aboard the PT-II in the
Caribbean or
the PT-I which will be berthed in San Diego. Either yacht is yours for
a week,
to take you and your friends to any destination of your choice.”

“That
is so wonderful and thoughtful,” Sarah said
gratefully. “They are beautiful ships. Thank you.”

“Yes
they are,” Matt agreed. “You’ll find that you are
pampered beyond belief. Whatever you want is yours; including being
left alone
if that’s what you want. The crews are very perceptive and their only
job is fulfilling your every
want.”

“I
hope that leaves someone to drive the boat,” Sarah
laughed.

“Consider it handled,” laughed Matt
as he took Sarah’s arm leading her to rejoin their friends.

Moments later they swept into the party room
for a day of enjoyment with their guests. Going
ashore, Matt insisted on showing Tyler and Dan the casino where his
luck had been
so good on their previous trip. Tyler and Ron were fortunate to leave
even, but
both Matt and Dan were elated to have a repeat of Matt’s luck, with
each
winning over $10,000. As they left the
gaming hall, Ron just looked at Tyler and smiled.

The
evening was one continuous party. Every amenity of the
ship was open for the enjoyment of the guests, including a stage show
in the
theater after dinner. The lounges were all open, as well as the ship’s
casino.
The four celebrants spent most of the evening chatting with all their
friends,
and in some cases, new acquaintances. As the hour grew late, the two
couples
took to the dance floor enjoying the public display of their affection
for
their partner. The acceptance of them by their friends, as couples
united in
love, was a far greater gift than the mountain of wedding gifts
awaiting them
in Las Vegas. This was what life should be like. The love that was
shared
amongst friends that night set
a standard
far above that found in the real world. They intended to enjoy every
minute.

At
11:00 PM, the crew of the Sojourn began moving the
luggage of the guests who were spending the following days on either
the PT-I
or PT-II. By midnight that move had been accomplished, and the crew
began
shuttling the guests to the yachts at their convenience.

By 1:00 AM, the move was complete except for Tyler
and Ron
who had remained aboard the Sojourn, while Matt and Dan acted as hosts
aboard
the yachts. Saying a last farewell to their friends and thanking the
Captain
and crew for their wonderful hospitality, Ron and his brother
left the huge vessel, boarding the
yacht’s
tenders for their journeys out into the bay.

When
they arrived aboard their yachts, the party was winding
down. Matt greeted Ron as if he’d not seen him in days, rather than the
long
hour that had passed since parting. Aboard the PT-I Dan welcomed Tyler
similarly. It was not long before
each couple had
excused themselves from their guests and
returned to their cabins. It had been hours since they had made love,
and the
fatigue from the day did little to thwart their ardor. As they made
ready for
bed Ron looked out the windows of the Owner’s Stateroom, and saw the
huge
cruise vessel where they had been united, slowly move out of the
harbor.
“Goodbye, friends,” he said in a soft whisper. “Thank you and we love
you.”

***

Monday Morning aboard the PT-II in the Bahamas

At
8 AM Ron and Matt’s guests aboard the PT-II gathered on
the main rear deck where breakfast was being served buffet style.
Before they
began Ron asked the entire party to remain nearby when they finished
their
meal, as he had a few words to say. The group then stood and served
themselves
at the buffet line with three crewmen attending to their needs. Ron and
Matt
sat at a table where Alan, Bryan, Bryan’s father Richard, and several
others
from Construction Leasing and the Friendship trust were seated. The
conversation was lively, with Ron and Matt catching up a bit on several
developments in New York. 30 minutes later, when the last plates were
gone, Ron
stood amongst his friends, colleagues and their partners and spouses.

“Friends,”
he began. “Welcome aboard the PT-II. This outing
for the next few days is a combination of business and pleasure. Mostly
it’s
for fun, but Matt, Tyler, Dan and I expect that a good bit of
information
passing will occur. We’d like to get to know you better, and hear about
your
work and interests. We hope the information goes more than up and down
between
you and us. We’d also like the information to go sideways among all of
you. It
is amazing what can happen when motivated people talk about their work.
Of
course there are frustrations, and occasional failures. That is to be
expected.
Feel free to talk about your difficulties as well as your triumphs.
There is a
multitude of talent on this ship and aboard the PT-I. This is a good
opportunity to learn and to share. If any of you wish, you can have
impromptu
gatherings with or without us. This get-together is a think-tank so
that we can
come together as a team. Yes, I know many of you work in different
fields from
others, but you will be surprised how much you have in common, and how
much you
can gain respect for each other’s work when you talk.”

“We
have no formal agenda, nor any speakers planned. Our
destination, you see, is called Mattron Island. There is a beautiful
beach, and
on board we have a lot of
manufactured
shade including some open-air tents that we brought especially for this
trip.
Lunches will be served aboard both yachts, or you may take a brown bag
and refreshments
ashore. There are plenty of water toys, or if that’s not your bag,
there are
game rooms and computers, music and movies aboard each vessel. There
will be
helicopter tours of the island too for those who are interested. Just
ask any
crewmember. You may also visit the PT-I at your own convenience. I’d
recommend
it as the people there can give you a broader view of all the things in
which
we’re currently involved. I will only give you one question to discuss
and to
think about: “Where do we want to be a year, two years and five years
from
now?” The last couple of days, we intend to ask you for an answer. If
you wish
you can write your answer down. Other
than that, my friends, have a wonderful time. Are there any questions?”

A
hand was raised. Recognizing the young man as one of
Alan’s social workers, Ron acknowledged him.

“Uh,
Mr. Turner,” my name is Jeremy Hunt and I work for the
Friendship Trust.”

“Sure
Jeremy, I remember you. What’s on your mind?”

“Uh,
Sir, when you asked ‘where do we want to be…?’ Do you
want to know about us personally, our operation or the company overall?”

“First I’d like to say that
my name is Ron, not Mr. Turner or Sir. My saying this now is not a
put-down for
you, Jeremy. Demonstrated respect is a valuable tool to be used in many
situations, but on this occasion it
is
far too formal since this is a gathering of friends and colleagues.
Titles and
positions mean nothing here. If you didn’t deserve to be here, you
wouldn’t be.
Every opinion and idea is worth hearing. …. As for your question…. it
is open
ended. I want to know what you think
personally, as a member of a working
group and as
a member of the greater group that makes up RET, its subsidiaries,
charities
and interests. If we are not doing something you think we should be
doing, let
that idea see the light of day here. And yes, if you would like to let
us know
your personal goals for these time periods, feel free to share that as
well. Thanks so
much, Jeremy, for asking. Just remember folks,
there are no dumb questions, just dumb mistakes.”

Another hand rose. It was a manager from Construction
Leasing.

“Uh,
Ron. I’m Peter Downs with Construction Leasing. How
long do you want the answer to your question to be?”

“Well
Peter I like things short and concise. If you have ten
pages of things to say, and you can condense it to a page, I’ll
probably
remember it, because it will say everything important that you want to
say and
convey your most important ideas and arguments.

I have a one-page memory. For instance did you
know that you
only need two tools? Yep, WD-40 and
duct tape. If it doesn’t move and it should, use the WD-40. If it moves
and it
shouldn’t, use the duct tape!”

The
gathering of employees and friends laughed.

“Ya
see,” Ron concluded,
“I can remember the WD-40 and duct tape, but I’ll be damned if I
can
remember a cabinet full of tools.”

Ron
smiled, and looking around and seeing no other hands
said, “Have a nice day, folks.”

He
sat down, smiling at his friend Bryan.

“You’re little story reminded me of when we used to IM every
night,” Bryan said wistfully.

“It
was a special time for me, my friend.” Ron said with a
smile. “It helped bring me back from oblivion where I had buried my
life.”

“It
was special to me too,” Bryan countered. “Look what’s
come from simple conversations: love, great friendships and good works!
What
more can you ask?”

“Not
anything I can think of,” Ron admitted as he took
Matt’s hand and smiled at his best friend.

***

Three days later aboard the PT-II, 20 miles (as the seagull flies) from
Fort Lauderdale

The
door of the Master Stateroom clicked shut as the steward
departed with Ron and Matt’s bags. Ron looked at Matt who was seated at
the
computer, and smiled at his handsome mate.

“Whatcha doin’, Poopie?”
Ron asked.

“Just
lookin’ at some dirty pix,” Matt replied. “Kinda
boring though. There’s not one guy here that compares with you.”

“Thanks Babe,” Ron replied with a laugh. “I’m not too sure
of that though. Yikes! Have you seen the equipment on some of those
guys?
Impressive!”

“Only
if you’re a size freak,” Matt replied. “You’ve got all
I want, and more.”

“And
I wouldn’t care if you had a two-inch dick, my love.
Even though you’re gorgeous beyond compare, it’s the guy inside that I
really
fell in love with.”

“I
love the Ron Turner that’s inside you too,” Matt
responded in agreement. “It’s funny, that at first all I could see was
the
handsome exterior. Then I got to know you. That’s when I fell for you.
Oh I
knew that you were well off and handsome, funny and generous, but it
took a
while to see that inside that glamour and fun
was
a real man. A man I could respect and admire. A man I came to love.”

“That’s true for me too Babe. Speaking of exteriors, it’s
been great to get to know well some new people in our organization. I’m
glad,
for instance, that Alan and Bryan brought some new faces from the
Friendship
Trust organization. It’s amazing the diversity we saw on this trip.
There are
some very interesting people aboard the two yachts.”

“Yeah, as you always say,” Matt repeated, “Everyone seems
normal until you get to know them.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure that’s true.” Ron laughed. “Sometimes
people who appear strong are very insecure. Others, who are quiet, are
very
intelligent. Then there are those who hide the pain they are feeling.”

“I
only know that I’m a lucky man. I have the man I want,
the man of my dreams.”

“He is
the lucky one,” Ron said. “And he knows it.”

Ron
pulled Matt close. “I love you with all my heart, my
dear Matthew,” he said with all the sincerity in his being.

“And
I love you Ron, you are my very life, Matt responded
looking into Ron’s eyes.”

As
the luxurious yacht came within sight of land, in the
Owner’s suite two men stood, drawing themselves to each other. As they
each
wrapped their arms around their mate, the two lovers’ torsos touched at
the
same instant as their lips. Both their bodies and their lips told the
story as
they exchanged a kiss meant for eternity.